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"Do you think I like staying away from you? Do you think it’s easy for me to watch you smile at someone else? To see another man touch you, make you laugh, stand beside you where I used to be?" He thumped his chest with his fist, the sound sharp in the quiet hallway. "It fucking hurts, Rhea." His breathing was ragged now. He looked at her, eyes filled not with desire, but with heartbreak. "I know I can’t love you like that. You know I can’t. I’m gay, Rhea. And you’ve always known that."

You're probably thinking, "It's a CEO story. It's going to have the same old cliche beginning." It could start in my office with a pointless benign argument involving me and my girlfriend. The usual classic cliche shit. Maybe we'd throw in a sex scene after the argument, you know, spice things up a bit. Or maybe after the argument and sex, I get an epiphany and decide to break up. It's not you, it's me. It's what's best for both of us. Well, I'm going to have to disappoint you there because I'm not in my office. I'm not even in town.

Ariel said to Freya who nodded and then followed her. After Ariel and Freya left, another one of the men came out of the inner room. They smoked and gambled over there. “Why don't you tie her?” The man asked, walking over to the other burly man. Once he got to him, he placed his hand on the chest and then the other yanked his hand, and they kissed. Jasmine couldn't believe her eyes. She thought she had seen the worst with Freya and Ariel. It seemed like everyone around her was gay. She was not condemning homosexualism but she was not a fan of it as well. Perhaps she could never understand their taste as she was heterosexual.

My biggest problem wasn’t writer’s block. It was a terminal, throbbing case of blue balls, and the only cure was Damian. I could write a thousand words about the slick heat of skin on skin, the guttural sounds a man makes when he’s about to come, the exact way a cock pulses in your hand. My anonymous stories in the university literary magazine were legendary, the most dog-eared, most whispered-about pages in the whole publication. Everyone thought "A. N. Onymous" was some kind of campus Casanova, a mysterious god of sex who’d seen it all, done it twice, and written the manual.

“Being gay. What’s it feel like? Emotionally. Physically. Everything.” I swallow hard. Words tumble out faster than I can process them. “It’s… hard to explain. I’ve known forever. Never questioned it. Never wished otherwise. I’m lucky, I guess. I have people like Mera in my life, who… make me feel okay. Whole. I like it. I’ve never wanted to be anyone else.” He chuckles. “I read somewhere that gay men have been winning at sex for… forever.” I can’t stop the sound that escapes me. High-pitched, tinny, embarrassed, utterly me. It stumbles out and bounces around the quiet morning.

“What about him?” “He came out,” Jason said dramatically. “Man’s gay.” Silence. For a split second, I forgot how to breathe. Jason kept talking. “Can you believe that? I just wanted to ask if you ever suspected. Like… did you know?” I swallowed. “No.” “That’s crazy,” he went on. “He’s been changing with us, bro. We’ve been in the same locker room. Same trips. What if he’s been having… You know… fantasies or something?”

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

We emerged clean but marked—hickeys on my neck, light bruises on my hips from Jake’s grip, a pleasant soreness between my legs that reminded me of everything we had done. Breakfast was surprisingly normal on the surface; coffee, pancakes, laughter—but the looks we exchanged were anything but. Every glance carried the memory of tongues, cocks, and shared orgasms. This was only the beginning. I had never felt more alive. 😊

So I’ve had gay fantasies for a while, but I never acted on them. I recently broke up with my ex, so I’ve been exploring my sexuality a little more. Looking at dick pics online, sexting guys, but nothing like what happened last night. I know this one gay guy who goes to my gym. 4-5 years ago we used to work together, and he told me I was cute, but I had a gf at that time, and so I was like thank you but sorry I’m cuffed.